Wagon Master Page #5

A doctor, yes. But I--

I'm not exactly qualified.

-Are you lying?

-I hate liars.

My boys would just soon shoot a liar

as look at him.

If you're a doc, you'll fix my shoulder.

If you're lying....

That's a bullet hole.

You've been wounded.

Yeah, that's right.

That chunk of Iead is still in there.

Get it out.

Yes, sir. It's reaI providential.

They got grub, water...

...and a doc to tend my arm.

And a golden bed for me to rest up in.

Supposing that marshal

catches up with us...

...then what?

Ain't likely any posse will look for us

in a Mormon wagon train, now, is it?

That's good drinking liquor.

-Morning. Morning, ma'am.

Good morning.

Morning, corporaI.

Hi.

-I brought you some water, ma'am.

-Thank you.

Won't you stop

and have breakfast with us?

Yes, ma'am.

Sandy, let's go.

UncIe Shiloh.

-Mr. Cleggs, are you ready?

-Yes, sir.

Don't you fret about me, Brother Wiggs.

I don't intend to.

I expect your people

to go easy on our food...

...obey orders...

...mind your language,

and keep your distance.

We Cleggs ain't used

to being spoke to that way.

You shut up, Luke.

Elder here's been right kind to us.

So you mind your manners.

He ain't quite bright.

Soon as you get your strength back,

you go it on your own.

Is that understood?

The Lord will bless you for this, brother.

He marks the sparrow's fall.

Hitch up, Sister Cremley.

We're moving, Brother Fitzsimons.

-Moving out, Brother Hightower.

We'll be with you.

That wasn't very healthy, elder.

You afraid of them?

Yeah, I am.

-What about you, son?

-Who, me?

That makes three of us.

But I'm not letting the Cleggses know it.

And I'm not letting my people

know it either.

We're still headed for the San Juan,

and I wanna make sure we all get there.

Your haul, wagon master.

Lead out! Wagons west!

Hitch up, everybody! Hitch up!

Get your wagons on their way.

Why, you dad-blasted idiot.

Can't you stand up?

What's the matter with you?

You tarnation, consarned, no-good idiot--

Elder, watch your language.

Oh, watch my foot. I never saw such a--

Quicksand. He couldn't help it.

Quicksand?

Oh.

Well, I guess we're gonna have to find

a new trail out of here.

Yeah. Hold your train!

Hold your train!

Sorry, horse. Whoa.

Come on now, get up.

Get up there.

Come on, boy.

Giddyup. Come on, now. Get up.

Giddyup. Come on.

To teII you the truth, Sandy, I'm Iost.

We passed through here once.

Remember?

You said that tower over there

looked like a cathedral back in Santa Fe.

Yeah, could be.

You bring up the wagon train.

-I'll look it over a little closer.

-All right, Travis.

Watch out, now.

Navajos, elder! You better pull them out!

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